Learning To Walk
I watched a
child learn to walk, left foot then right.
Trying to keep his Mommy in sight.
He looked not at his feet, but at her face so dear.
His arms outstretched toward her, he had no fear.
He was strong at her presence, he knew to be brave.
For the look on her face was the strength, she to him gave.
As he faltered and fell, he wondered not why.
But got up and started again with a tear in his eye.
her eyes all he could see was love to light his way.
is a journey from the first step as a child.
© by Harriett Dash 2002